Page 19 of Hot Pucking Summer

But that didn't happen.

What's unfolded these past two-and-a-bit years has been a relationship and a love better than anything I could have imagined or dared hope for. My love for Cloyce only grows stronger every day, and the bond Jax and I have always had has turned into a beautiful, sacred love.

We've figured out what works for us. Cloyce is the glue that holds us together. As much as I love Jax and enjoy having sex with him when we have sex with Cloyce, he and I never do anything alone. In fact, none of us do. Sex is always a three-way thing with us. That way no one gets left out, and no one gets jealous.

And believe me, we've had to really focus on us because the reaction we've experienced from fans, the media, even family and friends has been brutal at times. Guess it's us against the world, because the world has had a lot to say about the three of us.

But I don't care about lost sponsorship or getting hate online, only the three of us know what we have. I only wish the haters would see that because if they got even the tiniest glimpse into our hearts, they'd see that this is real. Sure, it's not conventional, but that doesn't diminish what we have.

There's room in my heart to love two men at once, and I do. I love Cloyce and Jax with all my heart. And I pray I get to spend the rest of my life feeling this way.

Jax

"So, there's something I want to talk to you both about," I say once we return to the lake house after catching up with the guys.

"Is it your massive cock?" Cloyce deadpans, kicking off his shoes.

I chuckle. "I'm moreshowthantellwhen it comes to that," I volley back, grinning, loving the way we banter.

"Very true," Cloyce agrees.

We settle on the sofa, Cloyce right where he belongs, in between Draper and me, resting one hand on each of our thighs.

"But this is serious," I say.

"I thought something was up when he didn't beeline straight for the kitchen for food," Draper teases.

"I've spoken to Mom, and she's agreed to sell me this house."

"Oh."

"Oh."

"Yeah. I know it's a bit out of the blue, but I've been thinking. We love it here. It's where we became us. And I don't know about you, Draper, but I reckon I've only got about one more season left in me. After that, I want to live somewhere quiet. Somewhere where people will leave us the hell alone. Somewhere close to our friends."

"I mean, it does make sense," Cloyce says. In a way, this affects him more than Draper and me since we're traveling for most of the year.

"There are some great schools in the area," I say. "Including a terrific special education school one town away."

"You've looked into this?"

"I have. You guys mean the world to me, and I'm ready to start our life together. I think this would be a great place to do that."

"I agree," Cloyce says. "Apart from work, I don't have anything keeping me in Boston."

"Draper?"

He's thinking it over, absently rubbing a hand over his jaw. "I agree. This would be a good place to live." He turns, his eyes meeting mine. "But why wait?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we've won the Stanley Cup. What else is there left to do other than to defend it, which, to be honest, I'm not really that interested in." He lifts Cloyce's hand and presses it to his mouth. "I'm much more interested in spending every day with you. With both of you. Long distance sucks."

"Amen," Cloyce and I say at the same time.

"It really fucking does," I add, my thoughts racing with all the possibilities quitting hockey opens up. "Imagine waking up in the same bed every morning."

"Imagine waking up in the same bed every morning…" Cloyce's hands run higher up our thighs. "And being treated to a double blowjob."

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